Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Organ,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.